Saving Boston (Rewritten)

It Isn't In My Blood To Get Tired

The curly-haired girl favored the black t-shirt with my last name on the back. It made me wonder why. How could we be apart for so long, and moments like this, when I am watching her strut through the hallway wearing nothing but my clothes, it is like she never left? Something I learned about us is no matter where we pick up; it will be as if we never spent time apart.

The more I analyzed her, the more I realized Bo looked unhealthy. My eyes trailed down her arms, noticing they looked slimmer than usual. When I thought about the bonfire, I never saw her eat anything besides a few marshmallows. The night I brought her to the bar, she refused to eat, and at the office, I don't remember seeing anything on her desk. It made me worried she purposely began starving herself.

When I wanted to believe Bo would never do that to herself, I realized nothing was impossible with this girl. Sometimes she was as self-destructive as I was, and that fucking scared me. As I searched through the cupboards, I knew I hadn't restocked anything since she left. So, I turned to her with my arms crossed.

"How about Rosie's?"

Her caramel eyes flickered up to look at me. "It's almost six in the morning."

"What did you eat today?"

She dropped eye contact to pick at her nails. "I ate at Trevor's bonfire."

When I scoffed, she looked at me with skepticism. "What? A few marshmallows?"

"I am just not hungry, Kinnick."

With very little protest, just a little bit of huffing, she followed me to the elevator doors. If her stomach growling wasn't noticeable, how her shoulders sank with exhaustion was. Without warning, her head fell against my shoulder as she snuggled into my side. My hand dropped from the steering wheel to rub her knee as her snores filled my truck.

The way she looked made me want to turn the truck around and allow her to sleep until the next morning, but after going all day without eating, I knew I couldn't do that. I blamed myself for not paying closer attention to her lack of hunger, but as my therapist said, if I didn't know before, there is nothing I could do.

Rosie's neon sign flashed over Bo's face as I pulled into the parking lot. It would have been easier to take her through a driveway, but if she sat across from me, I could make sure she was eating. It never worried me before because the curly-haired girl devoured cheeseburgers and blueberry muffins, but something changed in her.

"Bo," my hand gently pushed at her knee. "We are here."

My heart fluttered as her eyelids twitched, slowly opening to look at me. "Well, hello."

The corner of her lips tugged upward as her caramel eyes disappeared again. "Hi."

"We are here."

Her face fell as she sighed. "I am not hungry, Kinnick."

"Please, just eat something small."

Her head moved back and forth. "I don't feel like it."

"You haven't eaten -"

"I don't know why it is a big deal; sometimes people aren't hungry," her voice got snippy.

I pushed open the driver's side door. "Come on; we are going inside."

"I had take-out," she blurted before I slipped out. "Earlier. Before I went to Trevor's."

I turned to her, leaning my hands against the seat. "Take out, huh?"

"Mhm, and it was good, so now I am full."

My eyes found hers, and I could see through the bullshit. "The closest thing you had to take out was taking my dick. Get the fuck out of the truck. We are going inside to eat."